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Hello, bastards, lady bastards,
little bastards, and little lady bastards!

As you can see, here is The Doll.

All dolled up and looking like a queen

for the national semi-truck competition!
Hell yeah!

We are so winning this, bastards.
Check it out!

Hey, look at this.

Meet my brother, Darío, alias Metacho.

Hey, man, don't be rude!
Say hi to my followers.

All those beautiful people
who are watching

and supporting us Briceños
on this very special day.

Breiner, come here right this instant.

What did I do now?

Didn't we tell you to clean
the damn cabin

until it was spotless?

Do you need me to draw things
when I explain them to you?

Spotless. Not. One. Spot.

This is my brother, Toronja.

As you can see, he's always grumpy.

Turn that thing off already
and start helping out!

Hey, the empanadas are here!

Are you serious? I am helping.

Do you think being
the family's community manager is easy?

Lord help me, are you fighting again?

Have an empanada, Toronja.
I am sure you will be less "hangry," bro.

I am hungry, though.
Thanks, Peluche.

-Hey, where's the hot pepper?
-Coming right up.

Hey, Peluche, bring me a beer, man.

Of course! You got it, Darío, bro.

What do you want? A soda? Beer? Coffee?

Pork rib broth?
I even have mango lemonade, man!

What are you drinking?

This is Peluche.
He's our resident hopeless flirt.

Hey! I'm not a flirt!

What else do you need, Mrs. Amalfi?

Oh, give me that.
We still need to bring a few more.

Come with me, child. Help me out.

Cecilia Araminta de los Ángeles!

Do me a favor and hop down from there.
Right. Now.

Just a second. I'm not done yet.

I don't care if you're not done.

I said hop down right now! Right. Now.

Right now.

Do you see that gorgeous lady up there?

Well, stop looking.
Close your mouth and quit drooling.

That's the baby of the family,
our most precious treasure.

We affectionately call her Chiqui,
but don't be fooled by the cute name.

She's as feisty as she is cute.

For the umpteenth time,
stop wearing those damned panties,

or not when you hop on the truck!

Don't you see those men ogling you?

First, these aren't panties;
they're shorts.

Relax. It's not like I'm naked.

I don't care.
Go home and put on some decent clothes.

You are not wearing that
for the trucking race. Period.

Seriously?
I don't have time to change.

The race is about to start.

This is an order from your older brother.

-I'm not a kid, Toronja!
-Oh? What should we call you?

By all means, Lady Veteran.

No one bothers my classmates

when they wear shorts
or when they get a boyfriend.

Because their families don't protect them.

No. That isn't the problem.
The problem is:

we're 19 years into the 21st century
and you still don't get it.

Listen, Cecilia Araminta.

Don't provoke me, okay?

Bah, take this!

That's why you look like that!

You look like a mammoth
because you won't stop eating!

Ah, no.

What about you, Mr. Tandem-truck-
with-a-sidewall-bubble-on-my-tire?

What sidewall bubble is that?

Have some respect!

Don't you see I am a man
and you are a woman?

Would you get it into your head?

No, I don't think I ever will.

Cecilia, come here! I'm warning...

What can we do, Mr. Pericles?

Justice limps, but eventually arrives.
Come, Blanca.

Like the wind, Mr. Tulio.

Please don't ask me to do this, Mr. Tulio.

I can't, on good conscience,
go to the Briceños and tow The Doll.

It's their only source of income.

No, I don't think I can do it.

Aw, no, now the man's gotten a heart!

Sorrow is the karma for poets like you,

but I am the karma for people with debts:
I mortgage their houses, persecute them,

kidnap them and execute them!

Show him the official warrant.

Here, Mr. Pericles.

You can see it's duly signed and stamped.

It has also been authenticated
with each permit raised by 150 percent.

What can you do?

Mr. Armando has failed to pay
his debt to me.

What did he offer as collateral?
The Doll.

So, what else can we do?

If it looks like a duck,
walks like a duck...

...then it is a duck.

-Armando.
-One second.

Hey.

-Oh, that's delicious.
-Here.

My legs are killing me.

I was about to mention it.

Why don't you ask the boys
to drive the truck for the race?

Why? Do you think I can't?

Of course.
But you were in a crash last month.

A motorbike got in the way.

-What about the one three months ago?
-The road was slippery.

That was quite a fright you gave us
last December, too. Good Lord!

Because the idiot who was driving
in front of us left the rear lights on.

What did you want me to do?

How about the one
during Holy Week?

Holy Week? Really, Mrs. Lucía?
You're nagging me a lot today.

What the hell is this about?

Let me remind you
about a bit of history.

Okay. Who brought this home?
Come on, tell me.

Look at this beauty.
Who brought them all to you?

Right. Who has to clean them up?

Look at the date.

Those were other times.

Is that so? What else are you dying
to get off your chest?

Your heart must be beating so fast,
it might win the race.

What are you saying, Mrs. Lucía?

Do you think I'm past my prime?

Do you think I am too old for this?

-No.
-No? Then what is it?

Okay, yes, who are we kidding?
We are old now.

Hey, a bit more respect, would you?

My engine might be old...

...but you never complain
when I rev it up at night.

Yeah, right,
now you shush me.

Listen to me, Mrs. Lucía.

I will tell you something
and I want you to get it into your head.

The day I can no longer drive my Doll...

that will be the day
I'm put into a coffin

on the way to the cemetery.

-Shut up!
-Yeah, yeah, keep shushing me.

Why don't you shut up and come here?

-At least eat your bun.
-I will eat it on the way.

You look gorgeous! Doesn't she?

I think she looks great.

You don't mean that, Peluche.

You only say that to be nice.
As you always do.

No, I think she looks original.
She has style and charm.

She does, doesn't she?

Thank you. You never criticize me.

Give me some of that empanada,
it looks so good.

-Another one?
-It smells so good.

You are too hungry lately.

I don't know, sis.
It might be pretty and all that,

but on The Doll, it looks tackier
than price tags left on Christmas gifts.

This is a semi-truck race,
not some poor man's Mardi Gras.

Well, Dad said I could give her any look
I damned pleased.

In other words, too damn bad for you.

"Too damn bad for you." Ooh!

-Hold this for me. Back in a sec.
-Hey, now, where are you going?

Can't you get that in front of us?

Do you have something to hide?

What do you care?

-I'm talking to you, Ceci...
-Leave her alone, man.

You are too overprotective, guys.

-I don't like her attitude.
-Let her go.

Dad has coddled her too much.

Three, four, five likes.
That's what I'm talking about!

-What?
-We'll be millionaires!

We've made it, fam!
My webcast was a success!

-Thank you so much.
-Good.

I know you saw the picture I sent you.
Did you like it?

I used that time
we saw the sunrise at the beach...

as inspiration to decorate the truck.

Do you know what I was thinking just now,
my freshwater mermaid?

I would like to get into your heart
and stay there very close to you...

to guard it and...

to keep it safe.

Aw, no, you are so romantic, I can't even!

I can't wait to see you.
You can't imagine how much.

If you knew how my family is,
maybe you would understand me better.

If they find out I am doing this,
you can't imagine what could happen.

Give it some time, love.

If we are destined to be together,

all the pieces will fall into place
so that it happens.

Oh, from your mouth to God's ears!

I have to go, honey.
I have a very important meeting.

First, tell me how you do it.

You are a thief.
How do you steal my breath all the time?

Hello?

Samuel?

This place has terrible reception.
What's up with that, Tati?

That's better.
You can disconnect from work, baby.

-That could save you a stroke.
-My seawater mermaid.

Do you know what I was thinking
just now?

I would like to get...

into your heart
and stay there very close to you...

to guard it and keep it safe.

My poet.

I love you, Tati.

The nerve of you!

Mr. Pericles?

Hook your tow truck to this semi,
we are taking it with us.

-Are you crazy?
-What the hell?

Are you out of your mind? Is he?

That would be your dad,
who thinks he can toy with me

and avoid paying the installments
of his debt to me.

Listen to me.

You can't borrow time
from Tulio Chipatecua

if you don't pay interest.

-So, get out of the way.
-Like hell we will.

If you want to pass,
you will do it over my dead body.

Stop making things worse
and go home, Cecilia.

Let's solve this matter right away.

Please call the police. Hook her up.

No, but wait a sec, Mr. Tulio.

Why get riled up?
We are among friends here.

Don't you think we can reach an agreement?

Your godfather used that same speech on me

and he owes me six installments now.

What's the new excuse now?

He's not irresponsible,
just too shy to pay?

No, sir. Call the police, Blanca!
Tow that truck.

I said no! Like hell you will do that!

Calm down, Chiqui.

He has a warrant
and today's the deadline to pay.

Do me a favor, mister... Uh, Mr. Tulio,
tell me what time it is.

Oh? So it's still today.
The day is not over yet.

You have got to be kidding.

You can't possibly believe Mr. Armando
will get the money

to pay everything he owes me
before midnight?

Yes, I do.
Dad will win the trucking race.

He will win the first place prize.

Mr. Armando is racing?
What category is that?

Midgets, veterans, or geriatrics?

I beg your pardon, Miss. I'm sorry.

Do you have a patron saint?

You must really trust him
if you think your dad is going to win.

I mean, he has crashed that poor truck
so many times,

it might as well be a piece of junk now.

You're the one who'll end up looking
like a piece of junk

when Dad proves he's still the best driver
of Villa del Carmen

-and elsewhere.
-Enough, Cecilia!

-Blanca!
-Yes?

They're on their way, sir.

Let them come if they must.

When the police get here
and read your warrant,

they'll tell you you'd better wait
because not even you can bend the law.

Chiqui is right.

As far as I know,
the day ends at midnight.

Stop looking for technicalities.
The code is very clear.

You're just prolonging the inevitable.

No, sir, nothing's inevitable.

As soon as we win the race,
we will give you the prize,

and that will pay off the debt we owe you
so that we're free and clear.

What if you don't win?

Well, we will give you The Doll
as collateral.

And no one will say a word.

I just hope you're not toying with me,
too.

Let it be clear.

Tulio Chipatecua, your creditor, lawyer
and a friend to all...

is not to be toyed with.

Make sure you never forget it, Chiqui.

Excuse me, Mr. Tulio.

If you ever try to disrespect her,
you will have to deal with me, okay?

Okay!
I mean, okay, let's go, Blanca.

Pericles.

Conniving old ogre.

What? Is there something on my face?

Okay, what the hell did I do now?

What didn't you do?

But a wall listens more than you do.

Darío, drive the truck,
and the kid here rides in the SUV.

No, I'll ride in the back with all of...

In the SUV!
Will you challenge me on that, too?

Calm down, Toronja.
It's not that big of a deal, man.

This is none of your business.

-You know what?
-What?

We might not be related,

but this is still my family.

-Chiqui is my friend and I have her back.
-Okay, enough, calm down!

Stop your macho posturing,
you are both brothers!

You know what?

Since Cecilia's word is law here, fine!

You guys take the truck.
Backseat or passenger seat. Whatever!

-We'll take the SUV.
-Let's go. I'll drive.

Breiner, move that ass!

I don't know.
I don't get what Toronja's problem is.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

But, Chiqui, how could you
offer the prize as payment

without asking the old man first?

What if he had plans for that money?

It was either that
or letting him tow her.

Maybe that would've been preferable,

because Dad is not winning that race.

Oh, come on, you too?

Everyone in town knows it.
It's no secret.

Dad's an old truck
begging for an oil change.

Also, a new paint job, a new engine,
and even a new roof.

And what did you do?
You've put all that pressure on him.

He's going to drive nervous as hell.
Give me a break.

Well, I think Dad can win that race.
Why couldn't he?

How many trophies has he won?

He hasn't won in more than ten years.

Because he hasn't raced.

I've seen Dad practicing
and he's still the best trucker in town.

In any case,
you should have stayed out of it.

Toronja runs the family business
because he's the eldest.

Besides, you're a...

Yes, I know. I'm a woman.

Women have no place
in the business side of things, right?

If you know,
then why do you keep getting involved?

Damn, you really are hard-headed.

Where the hell are these idiots?

They can't even arrive on time
for a money prize, for God's sake!

They're not picking up.
I swear these kids will kill me someday.

I told you to ask them to be here early.

There they are. Jesus.

Here we go.
Where are The Doll's fans?

Okay, here we go, guys.

Look, one of The Doll's fans.

Come here. How'd it go?

Good, right there.

Aw, she looks very pretty.

You really are useless, aren't you?
You can't even be on time to win money.

The track is open for all semis to line up
at the starting line,

What the hell happened?

Dad, see, we had a little problem.

Oh, for God's sake,
what happened now?

-Well, you see...
-Nothing.

The gearshift got stuck,
but Metacho here fixed it.

-Right?
-Yes, Darío is great at this stuff.

He made sure the truck's ready to go
for your race, Godfather.

It looks like a fairytale carriage.
Look at her!

Didn't I tell you?
Everyone here loved my decoration.

She looks very pretty.

Well, it wasn't what I expected.

-Didn't I tell you?
-Shut up.

She looks much better than I expected.

It has your kindness and your tenderness.
That's why it's beautiful and wonderful!

All these people here will finally realize

that I have with me the best co-pilot
in the whole town!

Good job, baby.

Look! That's an octopus! And a crab!
So cute.

What's all that noise?

Well, that's all we needed, the tow truck.

Ooh, look at that, the bully's here.

I don't get why they're so noisy.
It's annoying.

Man, this is tacky as hell.
Oh, no wonder, it's Mario Brothers!

Guys? What on Earth is this?

Are you competing in the truck race
or a carnival beauty pageant?

Oh, the chicken's already clucking.
To a girl, no less!

-Listen, Mr. Florindo.
-Florentino, sir.

Excuse me, Mr. Tino.

I will serve you a soup, an appetizer,

a main course to go with your humble pie,

plus an aromatic tea
so that you can digest it all.

Relax, sir.
I wouldn't boast so loudly.

If you overdo it at your age,
you might have a heart attack,

-and I don't see a hospital nearby.
-Hey, you old jerk!

Have some respect and shut your piehole!

-Why don't you teach me how?
-Oh, yeah?

You can teach me anytime
and I can give you some tips, too.

Shut your damn mouth, Tino!

Hey, leave it to me!

Whoa, brother-in-law!
Relax.

It's obvious you're not from around here.

Oh? It must be my llanero accent, eh?

No. If you were from here,

you'd know anyone who messes with Cecilia
is a dead man.

You don't say.

Come here, Toronja, son.

Let that piece of trash go.

Listen, Mr. Loose Tongue,
a word of warning:

No man has ever touched her,
not even with a flower petal.

Be thankful we didn't make you pay
for your insolence...

with our fists.

So, heed my advice, keep that loose tongue
of yours in your mouth.

Get on your truck
and put your money where your mouth is.

-MY SAMI, IT'S A BIG DAY. I MISS YOU.
-I THINK ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME.

We will see who bites the dust
on the racetrack.

That's right.

-You're right about that.
-Get on your truck.

Oh.

It was Janet, Mom.
Mrs. Marina's daughter.

She wanted to wish us luck
at the competition.

Okay, boys.

-Calm down, Toronja.
-But...

Our Lady of Mount Carmel,
patroness of pilgrims,

bless your grace for putting
this beautiful truck

in my dear husband's path.

Hail Mary, full of grace.
Our Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.

Baby, here's our Holy Mary figurine

so that she keeps you safe
during the race.

There's glue in the glove compartment.
Make sure it's stuck on really well.

Okay. Yes, ma'am.

Are you sure
you don't want me to drive, Pops?

Or me? Toronja? Peluche?
Even Mom would do.

We must win, Daddy, okay?

What the hell is going on?
Is this a revolt or what?

Do you think I'm made of glass now?

No, sir.

We'll win because I'm driving.

What's so important about winning anyway?
This is a game.

No, Mom. Winning is very important.
You can't imagine how much.

Okay, explain it to me.
Why is winning today so important?

I'm all ears.

I see you all exchanging looks.
What is it?

Okay, enough drama, woman.
I'm ready.

Okay, it's time, honey.

In the name of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

God bless you, honey.

Thank you.
I have to tell you something.

-Tell me.
-I love you very much.

I love you, too, honey.

-Be careful, okay?
-Okay.

I have to tell you something, too,
Godfather.

I admire you a lot.
I think you are the man.

You're like a father to me.

If you hadn't taken me in
all those years ago...

I'd be on some corner begging for coins
or committing crimes.

I love you very much.

I wish you the best.
Today and always.

Thank you, Fabián, my child.

I love you like a son.
You know that.

And I love you very, very much, too, son.

Okay, enough with this sappy stuff.
Get ready.

Don't be a jerk, Toronja!

Hello, everyone!

Come on! Hello, followers!

Ladies and gentlemen,
in just a few minutes,

our National Semi-Truck Race
will kick off!

Today we will crown our champion

who will earn 50 million pesos
in prize money

as well as a year's supply of gas
and oil changes, free of charge,

for the truck that wins the race.

Do you think she's good there?

Is your visibility okay?

Dad?

Daddy?

-What?
-Are you okay?

Of course I am, baby.
I couldn't be better.

We will win.

You taught me that once the head's out,
so is the body.

And you learned that well, baby.

What would I do without this co-pilot?

The most beautiful, diligent, and sensible
that God's given me.

Thank you, Virgin of Chiquinquirá.

One more adventure for us, right, baby?

I love you very much.

I love you, too, baby. So much.

Okay, time to do what we came here for.

Speaking of drivers who are ready to race,

we have a legend with us today.

It's Armando Briceño, the legendary driver
from the Briceño clan!

Many years of experience behind the wheel.

Mr. Briceño's co-pilot for today's race
is his daughter,

Cecilia Briceño, also known as Chiqui.

Quite the unusual choice to bring a woman
as co-pilot in this type of competition.

But, of course, it is all
part of the appeal of our show.

We have a sold-out crowd!
Attention, everyone! We're ready to go!

It's about to start!

We have a green light, and we are off!

We are approaching the first braking zone,
a mistake here would be costly.

-Your technique must be precise.
-Let's go!

We have made it to the obstacle zone!
Full precision is needed!

-You must stop your braking momentum...
-Hit it!

Oh, Mother of God!

Here they come.
Final corner of the race!

We have a winner!

Armando Briceño takes first place
and is through to the big final race!

Attention, everyone,
we have a green flag again!

Green light, people! We are off!

Come on, She-Devil, honey!

Competing on this race, too,

great driver Florentino Meléndez

with his semi-truck,
The She-Devil.

He is a wonderful driver
with years of experience,

not to mention he's incredibly aggressive
whenever he drives his truck

here at the circuit.

We see Florentino Meléndez

decisively leap forward to the big final!

With this result, we now know
which drivers have made it to the final.

How are you, Mr. Tulio?

-Good.
-Welcome, sir!

You have a seat over there.

Hello, Blanca, dear!
Come on, kids! Give her a hand!

It's time to buckle up, guys.

Today's race will be one for the ages!

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have finally reached the final race!

The race to the title will be decided
between The Doll and The She-Devil.

You'll see, jerk.
We will leave you eating dust.

We are ready, everyone!
Here's the green flag!

Green light! And our big final is on!

What a spectacular start to the race!

This is an acceleration duel,
horsepower versus horsepower!

-How's the truck doing?
-Good!

We are near the braking zone.

-It's a crucial section!
-Let's teach Grandpa a lesson.

No mistakes can be made here,
utter precision!

Armando Briceño is proving
why he is a trucking legend.

Go, Dad! Step on it!

They think they can outpace me.
No way, sir.

Go!

Who's going to tell me
I'm not the best anymore?

That is true!
I'm so proud of you, Daddy!

-Give me five!
-You're the king for years to come!

This corner will decide our winner,
it looks like it will be Armando Briceño.

-Did you get that?
-Go away!

Whenever you show up in my videos,
I lose followers.

-Liar!
-Go, Godfather!

Hello, bastards! This is madness!
People are going crazy!

What the hell, partner? Did you forget
to fill The She-Devil's tank?

However, Florentino is not giving up.

He is hoping a mistake from Briceño
will give him the edge.

Oh, no! He lost control of his truck!
This is incredible!

Damn, the corner did him in!

-What was that, Dad?
-Nothing, baby.

I don't want to go too fast
into the obstacles.

He is gaining on us!

I told you so, man!
It was bound to happen sooner or later.

Yes, we had already warned you.

A mistake from his rival

allows our two-time champion
Florentino,

with his semi, The She-Devil,
to take the lead!

What's wrong?

Okay, Dad.
What is wrong with your hand?

Nothing, baby.
Keep your eyes on the road.

No, sir.

Take the wheel.

I'll take the gearshift.

-What's going on?
-Come on! Reverse!

-Go, Godfather!
-Keep going!

That's nonsense!
You don't know how to drive stick.

No! Trust me!

Reverse.

When did you learn to drive a truck?

Dad? I will explain later, okay?

Right now, I need you to step on it
or Mr. Tulio will take The Doll.

What?

You heard me, Dad!

If we lose,
we won't have any money to pay the debt

and Mr. Tulio will take The Doll!

For God's sake, why didn't you tell me?

We didn't want you to get nervous.
Sixth.

I told this geriatric old man
he stood no chance.

Eighth.

Celebrate, partner. We are winning!

It was too costly a mistake
for the Briceño team.

We are catching up, Dad! Ninth!

The Doll is now breathing
down The She-Devil's neck.

If she catches up, she might overtake her
at the braking zone.

-What's wrong?
-Easy, Godmother. It's okay.

Mother of God, I promise you
I will never nag him again

when he leaves his flip-flops by the bed.

Let's go, Florentino!
We are rooting for you!

Come on, She-Devil, darling.
Come on!

The Doll is not giving up, everyone!

The Doll has overtaken her rival
and she's running away with the win!

Take this, boy!

Here comes our new champion!

Give it up for them, everyone!

Armando Briceño from Villa del Carmen
is back to his glory days!

-We won, son of a...
-Watch your mouth!

-Okay, gather up, guys!
-Everyone needs to know

my dad is the man!

Hey, Dad, there's the prize!
That's so cool!

Mr. Armando.

Congratulations, Mr. Armando.
Here is your prize money in cash.

Very much deserved.

I'm honored, Mr. Fernando.
Thank you.

Well done, sir. I'll meet you
at the podium with the trophy.

-Thank you.
-Thank you, man!

Now we can buy a ton of beer to celebrate!

-What? That's for the Wi-Fi!
-Keep dreaming!

No beer or Wi-Fi,
that money is to pay off Mr. Tulio's debt.

Only if there's any money left,

we can think of buying beer
and sugarcane juice, right, Dad?

Finally, someone has a bright idea
in this family.

-Thanks.
-Here, eldest son.

Keep that money safe.

Are you serious? Beer?
For God's sake!

-Are you tired, honey?
-The princess of the house!

I have two questions to ask.

First.

Since when do you think
you have the authority to make calls

or decisions on the family business,
young lady?

If I hadn't done that, Daddy,
The Doll wouldn't have been able to race.

And second,
I need you to listen to me very well,

which one of you insolent idiots taught
my child how to drive a semi-truck?

-What?
-What?

Speak up, damn it!

It was me, Godfather.

Oh, right, everyone's happy and cheering
like it's the bloody carnival!

-Yeah, yeah, what a joy.
-Cheer up, Mr. Tulio.

With that money, they will pay the debt.

What are you talking about?

Do you know how much money
that man owes me?

Well, yes.

Do you know how much their truck is worth?

-I would think about...
-A fortune. Plus a few millions more.

Nearly two fortunes,
so a lot of money.

I could have taken the whole cake
and now what?

Now I have to be content with a piece.
Should I be happy about that?

-Well, yes.
-What?

I mean, no, Mr. Tulio. You are right.
There's nothing to celebrate.

When it rains, it pours.

-Come on. Let's go.
-Yes, sir.

But not so fast, sir!

Talk about biting the hand that feeds you.

In ten years of living under my roof,

as loved and cherished
as one of my own kids,

when have I ever lied to you?

Never, Godfather.

Never. That's right.

Is that how you repay me?
By betraying me?

Okay, Dad, it's not as bad as that.

Peluche taught me how to drive a truck
because I kept pushing him to do it.

I'm sure you did.
Since I told you I never would,

you talked this fool into teaching you
behind my back, right?

Well... I mean, yes.

To be honest with you...

I want to be a trucker just like you.

-What?
-Is there anything wrong with that?

Help your mom, for God's sake!

See? Do you see what you've done?

Do you listen to the nonsense
you're sputtering out?

Get it into your damn head, please.

Trucks are a man's thing.
Women have no place in them!

Do you know what, Dad?

I've had enough!

I am tired of hearing this
over and over again.

I can't date,
I can't help run the business,

I can't gain weight
and now I can't drive a truck?

Why? Because I'm a woman?

Is that your miserable argument, Dad?

Hey, Cecilia.
Don't talk to Dad that way.

-Do me a favor and show some respect.
-Leave her alone, man!

The only thing I do
is help with house chores, Dad.

If it hadn't been for me,
there would be no truck

or a trophy or money to pay your debt.

-Why?
-Why what?

Why is it so hard for you
to give me a little credit?

No, I do give you credit.

As long as you act like a lady.

What if I don't want to be the lady
you want me to be?

Get this into your brain.

Cecilia Araminta de los Ángeles...

you will never be a trucker.

Calm down, baby.
Look, it's just a phase, it will pass...

Enough, Mom.

Let me tell you something, Dad.

Neither you nor anyone else...

will stop me from being one.

Don't provoke me, child.

I am the one who tames the mares here.

Now, go home.

No cellphone for a week.

And no TV either.

Give me that piece of junk you have there.

Give it up.

-Chiqui, come here!
-Baby!

-Baby, please come back!
-Cecilia!

Don't do anything stupid!

Stop being a brat and come here!

Come on, Chiqui!
What are you doing?

Come on!

Cecilia!

Don't worry, Mom.
Peluche managed to get on the truck.

He will stop her, okay? Relax.

Now what?
Neither of you was able to stop her.

Well, I hope God keeps her safe
because the prize money is in the cabin.

What?

No one ever hurts me
I'm fooled by no fellow

Trucks are my life

I am a Briceño

Stop right there.
Where do you think you're going?

So nice to see you.

-Wasn't that Cecilia?
-Yes, ma'am.

We were actually looking for you,
Mr. Tulio.

You know, uh... to talk about...
Uh, the debt? Right, Dad?

Yes, sir. But first we need to take care
of some paperwork back home.

So, we need to stop by the office first.

If you don't mind waiting...
Keep him company.

-See you.
-Bye.

-But...
-Have a good day!

-Thank you.
-Thank you, Mrs. Blanca.

Same to you.

Mr. Tulio.

Would you like to have lunch with us?

Blanca can come with us, too.
While we wait for the money, alright?

-Right, Mom?
-Yes. Come on, man.

Enough of all this tension.
You have been so patient

and waited so long for us to pay you,
you might as well let us treat you.

So generous, aren't they?

That's a good quality.
Greed and selfishness are never good.

-Come on. Let's eat something.
-Well, I will accept your invite.

How's your foot doing?

Is it better?

What are you doing, Peluche?
Stop climbing up there.

What are you doing?

You're too upset.
Pull over. You can't drive like that.

Oh, what the hell!
Give me a break! You too?

-Chiqui.
-What?

I mean, you, Peluche?
My best friend, my loyal confidant?

Cecilia.

Why am I surprised?
Of course you'd side with those apes.

You're veering into the other lane!

An appetizer.

Thank you, Mrs. Amalfi.

Don Armando must be really happy!

Hey, when was the last time he won
one of those race titles?

Oh, too long ago to remember!

Ages ago.

Shouldn't you wait for Mr. Armando?

Well, I mean,
so that you celebrate as a family.

Not at all, Mrs. Amalfi.

I'm embarrassed enough as it is!

Mr. Tulio and Mrs. Blanca
must be hungry.

-Please, go ahead.
-Yes.

Where did you say they went?

-The notary!
-The mayor's office!

Oh, come on, give me a break!

At least make sure you tell the same lie.

Uh...

No, well, uh... You see...

They were going to both places.

We don't know if they're going
to the notary first

-or the mayor's office.
-The notary.

I thought the notary was closed
on Sundays.

-Hey, sis!
-Yes?

Why don't you put some beer in this?
It looks a bit pale.

Of course, sis! Right away!

A couple of subs, too!

-Ready?
-Go ahead.

Go.

Wait, stop!

Stop!

Chi...

Stop!

Peluche.

Peluche.

Peluche, are you okay?

Oh, my God, can you open your eyes?

That's your phone, mine's out of battery.

It's Dad.

-Aren't you picking up?
-No. Why would I?

So that he lectures me some more?

You and I will take care of this.
Just the two of us.

We can't, Chiqui.
It's stuck, can't you see?

We need a tow truck.

Actually,
you know what we need?

We need one of those big...

Why must we always do things your way?

You know why? Because I'm sick
of being told even how to breathe!

Mr. Armando is right.

I'm a traitor for taking your side
instead of his.

You know that's not true.

Thank God you did.
What would I have done without you?

Who would've taught me
how to drive a truck?

Who would've taught me how to dance
or how to play poker?

I'm a fool for catering to every whim
that comes into your head.

That's not true.
And stop giving me the same lecture,

because it's boring.

I respect that you're grateful to Dad,

but that doesn't mean you have to feel
like you owe him.

That's why my brothers use you
like a donkey all the time.

Do you know why that is, Cecilia?

Even though truth hurts,
I'm the family's stray dog.

Neither you, nor your dad or your brothers
owe me anything.

The things I do, I do from the heart.

-I can clean...
-No, that's not true either.

If Dad didn't love you,
you wouldn't live with us.

And Dad doesn't treat you like some pig

he's fattening up
for New Year's Eve and...

You are really good to me, Chiqui.

Can I help you clean up?

You are good to me, too.
That's what friends are for, right?

You are more than a friend to me, Chiqui.

You know, I feel a bit dizzy.
Like, a bit off-kilter? I feel weird.

That always happens to me
whenever I am near you.

Oh, you don't say! Really?

Chiqui, I don't think I can deal
with this feeling anymore.

Do you think it was those empanadas?

Chiqui.

I am madly in love with you.

Oh, my God, I told her!

Ever since the first the day I met you,

I've had you here in my heart.

You are the most beautiful reason I have
to wake up every morning.

I screwed things up, didn't I?

I should've kept quiet.

Chiqui.

Chiqui? What's wrong?

Chiqui, come on, talk to me.

Chiqui!

Help!

Help!

Somebody help me!

Julia, Julia, Julia

Julia, my dear love

I do love you, Julia

Shut up, man!
I can't hear a thing.

For God's sake, Cecilia!

If you don't want to see your father
get mad, pick up that damn phone!

Why have a phone then? Jesus!

Don't worry, Pops.
I haven't gone too far.

They must be close.

I don't know why she has a damn...

What? What is it?

For crying out loud, what the hell?

Oh, for God's sake!

Oh, no, no, no, no!

What's this?
The seven damn plagues?

This is just what we needed today.
What the hell?

What is it, Metacho?
Are you losing your edge?

What the hell? Stop bugging me.

Move over, idiot.
Let me check what's wrong.

-Move! Hurry!
-Okay, I'm moving!

If you're not going to help,
stay out of the way.

Let's see what happened here.

Darío, open the hood,
come check the engine.

-Maybe it's overheated again.
-I don't think it's the engine, Dad.

For God's sake,
I'm telling you to come here!

Why are you so sure it isn't the engine?
Come check.

-God, you're so hard-headed.
-Check it.

Yutúb.

Wasn't it your turn
to fill the tank today?

Fill what tank? No.

-What an idiot.
-You really are a stupid idiot!

-Come here, idiot!
-Stop right there, useless moron!

Are you too stupid
to follow simple orders?

-Come here!
-Stop, jerk!

Okay, guys, calm down.

Get down.
You know that makes it worse!

Hey!

Help!

Hey!

Jesus! What's going on there?

Come on, Chiqui, wake up!
I know it's been overwhelming today...

Mr. Octavio!

Help me, please!

What happened, kid?

She needs a hospital!

-Help me!
-Oh, Mother of God!

Be careful with the kid.

Come on, Chiqui!

This is what happens
when ladies go trucking.

-Hey, sis!
-Yes?

Play some music!
It's too quiet here.

Oh, I found a lovely CD of ballads.
I'll play it right now.

I guess that works, too.

Isn't that the song you like, son?

-That's the song you like to sing!
-Mom.

-He sings?
-Like an angel!

-No, no, no.
-Wait, you sing, Toronja?

No, I don't.
Mom, I do not sing.

-Why don't you sing for us?
-No, I don't sing.

-I really don't, Mrs. Amalfi.
-Of course you do!

-He does.
-No, I don't, Mother.

I really don't.

Son?

Go. And. Sing.

If you were mine

I would quench my thirst with your being

Every day

On your forbidden lips

I would forever lay

If you were mine

I would surrender to you

Every breath left in my life

If you were mine

If only I could

I would give you all my passion
and delirium

I would abandon all this pain
and all this sadness

I would surrender to you

The very last breath of my life

If only I could

I would hold you
every day and every night

In your arms,
I would never despair, I would never cry

I would love you

For the rest of my life

If only I could

If you were mine

Toronja! Where did that voice come from?
It's absolutely gorgeous!

Oh, my God, you sing that ballad
like a professional singer!

No, Mrs. Amalfi, I'm not...
Professionals don't really sing ballads.

Oh, yeah?
Then what do you call a singer?

Good one, Toronja!

You sing very pretty, boy!

Listen, Mrs. Amalfi.

The truth is...

only people who don't work
waste their time singing and...

I don't want to sing ballads
or be a professional singer

or any of that silly stuff,
I'm a trucker through and through!

I don't have time for that nonsense!

I don't have time to waste either.

Blanca,
please call the police again.

-Right away, sir.
-Come on.

You can wait a few more minutes.
Just a couple more.

-They should be here soon.
-A couple more what?

What? Did you think
Tulio Chipatecua was born yesterday?

Do you think he's a fool you can toy with?
No, ma'am.

I already know Chiqui went
to hide the truck.

In the meantime, why am I here?

You wanted to distract me

while you come up with a plan
to keep the money.

Yeah, much food and much singing,

but you just want to fool me,
Mrs. Lucía!

Hello? Police? Hang on.

Here, Mr. Tulio.

-Now what, son?
-I don't know.

But Cecilia will have to pay
for getting us into this mess.

What do you mean?
What happened?

What's up, Peluche?
Where the hell are you?

What? The hospital?

What?

What happened? Give me that.

Come on, push!

When it comes to uploading videos,
you have all the time in the world, eh?

But when it comes to the family,
you don't give a damn.

Oh, get off my back, man!

No one says a word
when Chiqui and Peluche cover for you

-so that you go pick up women.
-Because that makes more sense

than living glued to a phone all day!

Whatever, man. To each their own!

-Holy crap!
-They went off the road!

-Chiqui! Peluche!
-Oh, my God.

Chiqui! Peluche!

She must've been going too fast,
how the hell did The Doll end up here?

Man, Chiqui has a lead foot, doesn't she?

But there's nobody here.

What matters is that they're okay.
Trucks can be fixed.

But lives are something else.

I bet they went for a tow truck
to help them with The Doll.

Hey, where did Toronja leave the money?

Under the seat.

There's nothing here.

Okay.

Darío, son.
What do you think?

-Do you think they're at a hospital?
-No, Dad, don't say that.

In a minute now, they'll come back
with a tow truck. You'll see.

I hope to God you're right, son.
Because it's their lives at stake here.

What am I doing here?

We're at the hospital.
They've treated you very well.

Thank God for that.

But what happened?

I think you fainted
because of what I told you before.

What did you tell me?

Don't you remember?

No.

Well, it's not like it was that important,
but, you see, uh...

I'd wanted to tell you that
for a long time...

Cecilia, baby!
Let me see my baby, son!

How are you, baby?

How do you feel?
What happened?

See the mess you've gotten us into?

Come on, Toronja!
It's not the time for lectures.

How do you feel, baby?
Tell me.

Hello.

Doctor!
What is wrong with my child?

You're not talking. What's going on?

Does she need surgery?
Is anything broken?

Okay, calm down, Mrs. Lucía.

I already told Peluche.
She fainted because of low blood sugar.

-But nothing to worry about.
-Thank you, Doctor.

That means I can lecture you now.

Leave her alone, son.

You can keep these blood work tests,
you know, for future reference.

What matters is
that Cecilia and the baby are okay.

Good! Thank God for...

Wait.
Did you just say baby?

-Baby?
-Baby?

Baby?