All language subtitles for Gordita.Chronicles.S01E06.720p.WEB.h264-KOGi

- Americans are known for
their competitive spirit,

and in the '80s, you were
bound to get caught up

in cutthroat competition,

even at school.

- Listen up, everyone.

For this year's fundraiser,
we're selling wrapping paper

to raise money for the
Student Activities Committee.

And the student
that sells the most

wins four tickets
to Disney World.

- The Disney World?

Like, Mickey Mouse,
Space Mountain,

lose your shoe and meet
a prince Disney World?

- I wouldn't get your hopes up.

Safi always wins.

- It's true. I've
won every year

for the last seven years.

This year I also plan
on going to Epcot.

I hear the churros there are...

- Bleh.
- But don't worry, second place

is a gift certificate
to Fuddruckers,

where you can build
your own burger.

Do you wanna participate
this year, Cucu?

You look like you enjoy a good
burger from time to time...

to time.

- As a matter of fact, I do.

But I'll be enjoying my burger

in the most magical
place on Earth

with my date, Mr. Walt Disney.

- Well, good luck.
Walt Disney's dead,

and so are your
chances of winning.

- Aww. Sounds like
someone's scared.

- Sounds like someone's "cucu."

- It feels like I
should stop them,

but this is so entertaining.

- It's like mean tennis.

- Give it up, Cucu.

There's no Fuddruck-ing
way you're gonna beat me.

- Safi better get
ready to eat beef,

because I'm gonna work
twice as hard as her

and kick her skinny butt.

Cucu Castelli is
going to Disney World.

- Mamá, how many suitcases
are you taking back to the DR?

- Just four.

This is my tío suitcase,
my tía suitcase.

This is primo suitcase.

And this is my
suitcase suitcase,

in case I need an
extra suitcase.

- Not every primo
needs a present.

- Yes, they do.

Last time I left town,

I forgot a regalo for
your cousin Carina,

and she's giving me at church

ever since.

Besides, you don't want her to
know you're poor now, do you?

- Pero we're not poor.
- Mm-hmm.

- No, we're middle class.

- Mm-hmm.
- Lower middle class-ish.

- Disculpen. I'm
sorry I missed dinner.

Mr. Frank has me working on
this new jumbo jet campaign,

and I haven't had a
good idea in days.

I think I have
advertiser's block.

Working so hard for your family.

Mijo...

Let me help you with your tie.

- Okay.
- This will look nice

on cousin Pío, yeah.

- Wow, Mamalin, that sure
is a lot of presents.

- Mm-hmm.
- And you know

what every present needs?

- No self-respecting Dominican

would ever spend
money to wrap a gift.

That's what newspaper is for.

- But Mamalin, I'm trying to
win tickets to Disney World...

Haunted Mansion, Pirates
of the Caribbean,

turkey legs as big as
your head Disney World.

- Then you should
try selling to people

with more disposable income.

- Oh! So you're saying

find some rich, white-collar
executive types?

Like, maybe the people
that you work with.

- Oh, that's a good idea, Cucu.
You don't have school tomorrow.

You should go to work with Papi
and sell to all those fat rats.

- Uh, fat cats, mi vida.

Um, I'm sorry, Cucu.

I don't think it's a good idea.

I need to come up with
a fantastic new slogan

if I want to beat...

Craig.

- Craig was Starboard's
VP of Marketing

for North America.

He was sleazy, cheesy,

and went to the same
college as Mr. Frank.

And the worst part... he was
always one-upping my dad.

- Oh, please.

- As I was saying, we could
produce regional commercials,

different spots for
different people,

city people, country people...

- French people.

I had the exact same idea,

except mine had France
in it, so it's fancier.

- Great idea, Craig.

Although I wouldn't
expect anything less

from a fellow Gator.

Both: Chomp, chomp.

- I understand, Papi.

It would have been an
amazing opportunity

to bask in the genius of a real
marketing pro, but I get it.

Duty calls.
- Well...

when you put it like that.

How about I pick
you up at lunch?

- Great!
- Hey!

Mm.

- Look, if I can
get him to buy that,

I could definitely sell
some wrapping paper.

- Ooh, Emilia, do you want to
spend the day at Starboard too?

- Ah, Papi, that's sweet,

but I'm a normal teenager,
so I'd rather die.

Plus I'm going to
Cari's pool party.

Don't worry, Mamalin, it's
a religious pool party.

We're gonna reenact the time
that Jesus walked on water.

- Mm-hmm. Bueno, Mami,

it looks like it's just
you and me tomorrow.

- Mm-hmm.
- Should we go sightseeing?

- Are you trying to kill me?

For the last two
weeks, it's been...

"Eat this Cuban sandwich."

"Eat that Cuban sandwich."

All I want is to spend a
relaxing day with my daughter

at the concrete shoebox
she calls an apartment.

- It's stucco.

And good, because I'm running
out of places to take you.

I was gonna drive the
other way on the A1A

and say it was a
different ocean.

- So Mami took Mamalin to
the only Miami hot spot

they hadn't visited...
Our building's courtyard.

- When I said I
wanted a relaxing day,

this is not what I meant.

Mija, you had a beautiful
terraza in Santo Domingo.

I can't believe you
traded it for this.

- Ay, Mami. I know it's not

the Jacuzzi I wanted,
but it's not bad.

- Oh, no?

This table is more crooked
than the Trujillo dictatorship.

And those men? Ha!

Loud music, cursing,

disturbing neighbors.

- They do always
get the best table,

in the shade with the breeze

and the 90-degree angles.

- Ay, olvídenlo.

Those viejitos fled Cuba in 1959

and went straight to that table.

It's gonna take another
revolución to get them to move.

- You didn't come to America
to settle for second best.

You already did that
with your marriage.

But you are right.
They shouldn't get

the best table just 'cause
they were here first.

Why should they
lounge in paradise

while we sit here at this
crooked, rusty, old...

Ah!

Bird's toilet.

We're gonna go get that table.

Ahem. Eh...
- Sí.

- We were wondering
when we might be able

to use this table.

- Oh. How about, eh,

when I'm dead.

- Oh. Ah, from
the looks of you,

an hour?

- Oh. I like you.

If you wanna sit,

you can sit right here.

- Créeme, your heart
couldn't handle todo esto.

- Señor, this is a common area.

That table belongs to everyone.

- Sounds like communism to me.

Huh?

And I didn't escape Castro

just to live under
a different dictator

with a slightly thinner beard.

- Adela, it's not worth it.

It's not worth it.
No, no, no, no, no.

I told you. It's pointless.

They've claimed this
table as their territory.

Let it go. Come on.

I'll make you both
a Cuban sandwich.

- As tempers flared
in the courtyard,

Emilia basked in the coolness
of her first pool party.

- Emilia.
- Hey.

- This is so cool.

I've never been to a real
American pool party before.

- Shh. Don't make
any sudden moves.

- Turns out the
only thing religious

about this pool
party was the horde

of hormonal Catholic
schoolboys from Columbus Prep.

- And on the seventh
day, Jesus said,

"Let there be shirtless boys."

- Genesis.

- That's Diego.

I've known him all my
life. We're like cousins.

We took baths together.

- Oh, my God, Emilia.

He smiled at you.

- And he has all his teeth.

You should talk to him.

- Y... you don't mind, do you?

- Oh, my God. No,
of course not.

Hey, Diego.

My friend Emilia here
thinks you're really cute.

- Cari!
- 'Sup, Emilia?

- 'Sup?

- After the whole Chad fiasco,

Emilia was determined to
get back in the dating game.

- Girl! Ay.

You should get his number.

- Okay. I will.

- Wow. This is where you work?

- Mm-hmm.
- Gotta say, I'm impressed.

But the donuts were
a disappointment.

- Those were bagels, mijita.

- Oh.
- Now, is there

anything you need before
I get back to work?

I must say, you look
very professional.

- Thanks.
- Well...

- Gotta look good if
I'm gonna beat Safi.

She's this girl at school
who wins every year.

She's stuck up and rude and
is always trying to one-up me.

- Wow. Sounds like
a mini version of...

Craig.

Both: What are you doing here?

Both: My dad works here.

- Oh, crap.
- Oh, crap.

- Wow. This your
daughter, Castelli?

She's cute. Must've
gotten her mother's genes.

- Hmm. And you must be Safi.

What a lovely young...

- Starboard is my
territory, Cucu.

I come here every year.

- Last I checked,
Starboard is in America,

which is a free country, Safi.

- Oh, this is too good.

Not only am I gonna kick
your butt with my campaign,

my little winner over here's
gonna kick Víctor Jr's butt.

- We'll see about that.

Cucu is hardworking, honest,
and extremely adorable.

- Craig, Safi.

Am I gonna see you at
the tailgate on Saturday?

- Of course. Go, Gators.

All: Chomp, chomp!

- Oh, hey, Safi,
make sure you save me

some of that wrapping paper.

- Oh...
- Wait...

- Sure thing, Mr. Frank.

I'll put you down for the usual.

Look at me, winning already.

- All right, Papi. Here's
what you're gonna do.

Go to your office and write
the best airplane slogan ever.

- And you're going to outsell
that surprisingly rude child

and win those Disney
World tickets.

- Break?
- Break.

- Ah, mira.

The professional
athletes playing

their big, important game.

- It's a man's game.

You ladies wouldn't understand.

- Por favor, a man's game?

Do me a favor and let me
know when the men show up.

You know what?

I bet you $20 I could beat you.

- Adela...

You don't know how to play.

And gambling? Qué shame.

- I'm not gonna let them
talk to us this way.

- Pero mija.
- Besides,

how hard is it to count dots?

Move, viejo.

- Ay, Dios.

Oh.

- If you wanna give us
free money, we'll take it.

- Great.

I'll roll the dice first.

- No, Adela, no!

11.

- What are you doing?
- That's good? Not good.

- Hello, there,
ma'am. Do you know

what's just right
around the corner?

That's right, the holidays.

Can I interest you in some
lovely Christmas paper?

- No, thank you.

- Hanukkah?

Kwanzaa?

Atheism?

- Oh, hi, Carol.

- Safi, haven't
seen you in a while.

How are you?

- You know, nose
to the grindstone.

Listen, I know Diwali's
in a couple days.

If you haven't wrapped

your husband
Chakradhar's gift yet,

I have some paper I
think you'll love.

- It was then that I
realized Safi had an edge.

She knew the people, and
she knew what they liked.

And I was just... new.

- What should I say
to break the ice?

- Mm. You should be like,

"Oh, my God, your biceps
look like basketballs."

And then giggle like
a baby. Works for me.

- No, it doesn't.

You need something in common.

Didn't you go to
Catholic school?

Talk to him about Jesus.

- Okay. I guess I
can work with that.

Hi.
- Hi.

- It's so cool you
go to Columbus Prep.

I went to a Catholic
school too in the D.R.

Is yours strict?
- Oh, yeah.

As a matter of fact,

I got detention last week.

- Really? For what?

- For being too handsome.

- Wow. That was smooth.

Does it work on all the girls?

- You tell me.

- Whoops.

Sorry.

- You okay?

- Oh, my God. That
was so embarrassing.

- No, don't worry. It's fine.

- I get hit on the
head all the time.

- Oh, my God, Emilia,
I am so sorry.

I have really bad
depth perception.

- That's okay.

- Listen, I know Diego.

And he loves animals.

You should ask him
about his dog Puddles.

That's your in.
- Thanks.

Hey, Diego. Uh, Cari
was just telling me

about your four-legged
friend named Puddles.

I'd love to meet him someday.

- Would you excuse me?

- What did I say?
- Puddles got run over

by a bus last week.
Not cool, man.

- While Emilia's flirting
went horribly awry,

Mami was flirting with disaster.

- Bet you didn't expect that.

- Ooh. You're right.

It's a Fig Newton.

- Oh. Oh.

I... oh.

- Huh.

Y...

I win.

Pleasure doing business
with you, lady.

- Okay. Double or nothing.

- Adela. This could send you

into the lower-lower
middle class.

- Sí. Walk away with what
little dignity you have left.

- Okay. No money.

How 'bout we play for the table?

I win, you walk away,
we all get to use it.

- A courtyard freedom fighter.

How cute.

- Hey, Cucu. How's the grind?

- Not good.

Safi knows everyone
in the office,

and they all want
to buy from her.

She has an advantage.

- So do you, Cucu.

Marketing tip: always look
for new, untapped markets

and corner them.
- Like who?

She's talked to
all the executives,

the salespeople,
all the secretaries.

- Ah.

Hola, Eduardo.

- "Starboard Air. Our
planes will make you soar."

No.

"Starboard Air.

It's all going down."

No.

Craig.

What are you doing?

- Uh, I came by to see

if you wanted to
grab a cup of coffee.

I couldn't find you. I
thought maybe you were

in one of these drawers.

- You're snooping.

You're trying to steal
my campaign ideas.

- Why would I do
that? I already have

a bunch of great ideas.

- Me too.
- Oh, yeah? What's your idea?

"Fly Starboard Air if you like

statistics and market
data, beep, boop, beep."

- Mm. Yeah. And what
was yours again?

"Yo, Starboard has chicks

and beer. Ha ha."

No, it was chicks

and booze.

- Oh. There you are.

My two favorite VPs.

So when am I gonna hear
these campaign ideas?

- Well, I'm working
on some stuff

that you're going to love...
Should be ready by Friday.

- Oh, yeah? I could
be ready Thursday.

- I could probably
swing Wednesday.

- I could be by tomorrow.
- I can do end of day.

- I could be ready in an hour.

It's your turn to
say half an hour.

- Great I'll see
you in 60, Craig-o.

- Oh, my God, I've
only got an hour.

- Papi finally had an edge.

- A very small, one-hour edge.

- End of day is in two hours.

Uh...

- Sorry about your
dog. I didn't know.

- Ah, it's okay. You know,
he lived a long life.

He was like 112 in dog years.

I'm sorry that I
ran off like that.

- Don't worry.
- You know,

I like talking to you.

- Well, maybe I
could get your number

and we could talk some more.

- Sure. It's five...

It was clogged, I swear.

- Oh, my God, girl,
don't you worry.

We can get a stain out
of anything, right?

Um... mm, okay.
Dani, code yellow.

- Code yellow. Okay.

- Does Cari like
Diego or something?

- No. Why would
you think that?

- Because the beach
ball, his dog, this.

- Uh, what? No way.

Thou shalt not steal any
boys from each other.

It's the first
Bubblegum commandment.

- It's before murder.

- Emilia was starting to
get the feeling that she was

in some kind of unspoken
competition with Cari

and their friendship
was getting messy.

- Why are you smiling?
I don't like it.

- Because I just cleaned
up with janitorial

on the first floor.

- Oh, you work here now?

- That's not what I meant.

Thanks to my Spanish,
I sold gift wrap

for a baptism, a...

And... five quinceañeras.

- That's cute. You
made a couple sales.

I'm going up to the tenth floor.

That's where all the rich
Japanese businessmen are.

- Not if I get there first.

- We'll see about that.

- With that inside info,

I was on my way to the top.

I finally had the edge I needed.

Safi.

After Safi tried
to exterminate me,

I was more determined
than ever to beat her.

My dad told me to find a
new market and corner it.

I not only found
one, I created it.

Excuse me, does anyone know
where Mr. Frank's office is?

My dad had asked me to
drop off his birthday gift.

- It's his birthday?
I didn't know.

I think I have a half a
bottle of scotch in my desk.

- Do you think
he'd like my belt?

- Anything can be a gift,
as long as it's wrapped.

Which reminds me...

wrapping paper for sale.

Papi's marketing tip
worked like a charm.

And just a few minutos later...

- Hey, Cucu. How
was the tenth floor?

Make a lot of sales?
- No, actually,

but I'm making up
for it down here.

I sold a dozen rolls.

- Wow. Too bad I've sold
six dozen... a new record.

And tomorrow, I'm
going to my mom's work.

And they buy
whatever I'm selling,

because they feel bad
about the divorce.

Face it, Cucu, no matter what
you do, you'll never beat me.

- I'm pitching to
Mr. Frank in five minutes,

and I just found out
it's his birthday.

Quick, help me wrap
the water cooler.

- Thanks, guys. I feel better.

I'm really lucky to
have friends like you.

- Maybe Diego has a twin and
that's not the real Diego.

- Dani.
- What?

I'm trying to be helpful here.

- Emilia, why are you leaving?

- Oh, I don't know, because
you kissed the boy I like.

- Oh, my God. Take
a chill pill, chica.

We were just playing
spin the bottle.

- But you said he
was like a cousin.

- Emilia, you do
what the bottle says.

Those are the rules.

You wouldn't know, 'cause
you're not from here.

- I thought you were my friend.

I'm going home. Besitos, Cari.

- No, wait.

I'm sorry.

We are friends.

I even got you a
little something.

- And that's how
Emilia became Mili.

- You're one of us now.

A Bubblegum girl forever.

Let's put it on you, Mili.

- One minute she wanted
Cari to drop dead,

the next she was dropping
letters off her name

to please her.

Emilia had never experienced
a friendship so complicated.

We're they friends?

Emilia honestly couldn't tell.

But for a new girl in America,
acceptance was everything.

And so she went with it.

- Get away from here.

- Fine. Sorry.

- Oh! No, wait.

Mi vida, I was just trying out

my newest campaign idea.

"Get away from here."

- Ugh. Least I'm
not the only one

having a bad day in the office.

I guess beating our enemies
isn't as easy as we thought.

- No, it isn't, especially
when they've been here longer.

When you're new, you have
to work twice as hard

and twice as smart.

- I guess Disney World just
isn't in the cards for me.

If we were still back
home in Santo Domingo,

I could have sold all
this wrapping paper.

But I mean, I could
just give it to Mamalin.

She could use it to wrap all
the regalos for our cousins.

- Back home...

Hmm.

Cucu, you know what?

I think you're the
real marketing genius

in this family.

Pass me some paper.

Yeah.

- No family discounts.

- Oh. Ah.

Ha. Right.

- The fate of the
courtyard's best table

was in Mami's freedom-fighting,

domino-playing hands.

Her skills were
quickly improving,

and Luis was shaking
in his pantalones.

- Pass.

- We got you, baby.

- That's right.
We did the hustle.

- Wait. You hustled him?

Am I the only one who
didn't know you could play?

- What happened?

Did... did Castro die?

- No, chica. Adela
won the table back.

- Ay, tramposa.
You cheated me.

- I didn't cheat.

I learned from the best

domino player in Santo Domingo,

Linda Altagracia Torres
Bello de la Rosa.

- Who's that?

- Hello.

- This table belongs
to the people now.

- Yep.

All:

- Congratulations,
mi'ja. You didn't settle.

- Thank you, Mami.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

- When you told me
you were moving here,

I didn't like it.

I don't like Miami. I
don't like this place.

And I especially don't like

that my daughter has
made so many sacrifices.

But watching you hustle that...

and fight for something better,

I know you're gonna
be so fine in America.

- Ay, Mami, gracias.

Gracias.

And that's my $20. Ah!

- Ah.

- You really did learn
from the best, huh?

- Mr. Frank, as you can see,

everyone loves to give
and receive gifts,

or as we say in Spanish...

- Regalos.

- You see, when Latin
travelers return home,

they're expected to
bring gifts for everyone.

And they need enough
space for those gifts,

something only our new
jumbo jets can provide.

That's why I propose
we name our fleet

El Gordito: the Big One.

El Gordito, grace the family

with your presents.

- That's out of this world.

I mean, uh, not literally,

like I was.

But I love it.

And the board is gonna
be over the moon.

Again, not literally.

Excellent work, Víctor.

Let's get the art
department on this.

We need graphics
for the commercials.

- Or we could cover
an actual plane

with gift wrap.

- Now you're on a roll.

A commercial and a PR stunt?

Eh, but where are we gonna
get that much wrapping paper?

- Cash or check?

- Attention, students, I'd
like to congratulate you

on another successful
fundraiser.

The winner of the
first place prize

and four tickets to
Disney World is...

Cucu Castelli.

- What?

- Yes!

- And in a distant second place

is Safi Cooper-Morales.

Congratulations
on... Fuddruckers.

- Are you kidding me?

How'd you even win?

- That week, the Castellis
learned that in America,

everything was a competition...

- Even if sometimes you
didn't even realize it.

It wasn't always a
level playing field,

but if you fought twice as
hard and twice as smart,

even underdogs could
bring home the gold.

The Castellis are
going to Disney World!

Even you, Emilia.