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In Mexico, there's a place called Sinaloa.

The whole world has heard of it.

SOMEWHERE IN SWEDEN…

And in a hidden corner there

is a small paradise called Bahía Colorada
where this film takes place.

I'm Valentín Abitia Gallardo,
the town hero.

ABITIA FAMILY

That's Raquel and Romeo, my "A" family.

Take me with you, Dad.
I want to watch you play.

One of these days, Son. I promise.

You always say that.

Enough. Pinky promise.

MIRACLE OF THE PACIFIC FERRY

And here, on the ferry,
are Silvia and Preciado.

Look at this.

My "B" family.

I know what you're thinking,
but due to my bad luck,

God gave me a big heart.

And that's why I have two passions.

My "A" passion, banda,
is here with my "B" family.

That's how I became a legend.

Because we performed
on the Early Bird TV show.

Dad, can I go to the workshop with you?

Later, Son.

Pinky promise?

Back in Bahía, with my "A" family,

I have my "B" passion, cars.

That's my younger brother, Cosme.

And that's my mom Constanza,
but everyone calls her Connie.

Give me the clamp, Son.

That car is a gem.

-It looks amazing.
-You're going to win, Son.

I always dreamed
of winning The Beast Rally.

The rally is a track
that goes all around Sinaloa.

It starts and ends in Bahía Colorada.
It takes approximately 30 hours.

It's a race where anything goes,
as long as you're an amateur.

It's not about speed.

It's a battle of mental
and physical resistance.

Not only was I going to be famous
for being on TV,

but also for winning
the most important race of the Pacific,

and dedicating the win to my town.

This one's for you, Son.

That was the most exciting day of my life.

Thirty hours later,
it was one of the saddest days.

That fucking dickface gringo

bought the race.

That began a streak of bad luck
that showed no mercy.

You won't want for anything.

Especially not love.

As the powerful Ramón Ayala said,

"You always hurt the ones
you love the most."

Look.

THE SELF-MADE LEGEND

It looks good, Son.

Thanks.

An accident.

Nothing that some tostilocos couldn't fix.

Machaca? Here.

FORK & SPOON 2-IN-1

Kids!

That's the last time
you called me pig tits.

Apologize!

That's it. It's done, Dad.
It turned out great.

Damn, you've got a knack for cars.

No way! You're better than your father.

Damn! Look at these
talented fucking kids God gave me.

I dedicate this song to my two sons.

My greatest treasures whom I love equally.

How I wish they loved each other!

Which one is the bastard?

DIVELY THE COUSIN

Preciado looks whiter to me.

We only have one life.

And to live it properly,

you have to do things
without fearing death, old man.

He has one son, and that's me. Got it?

That unlucky streak
brought the biggest loss of my life.

My own life.

Some crazy gringos invited
extra people on a boat I was playing on,

and it sank.

I wasn't a great swimmer.

And I had my accordion on me,
so I was fucked.

IT WASN'T YOUR TIME, BRO
1962-2017

Without fearing death, old man!

Without fearing death!

Without fearing death, old man!

Without fearing death!

WITHOUT FEARING DEATH, OLD MAN

I'm leaving Bahía Colorada.

-Where are you going, Son?
-To Mexico City.

I'm going to follow my destiny.

I'll be a villain…

in soap operas.

I'm never coming back
to this fucking shithole.

Fuck it. Move!

Sweetie.

As you can imagine, this is not my story,

because I'm dead.

It's the story
of what happened afterwards.

THE (ALMOST) LEGENDS

FIVE YEARS LATER

THE MUSIC TRUCK

Come take a look, dear.

Look at you.

You're so good at this.

Come on. Don't even start.

These hands need to be taken care of.

They were made to create,
not to degrease spark plugs.

I was made for something big.

I'm going to be a legend like my dad.

Something like that.

Are you feeling down?

Maybe it's better
if I just play the accordion?

No way.

You're the singer.
If you don't sing, who will?

-You?
-No way!

Let's just play it with the drums.
No vocals.

The classics.

-Something nice.
-What drums?

There are three wind instruments
and us two.

And we need to start writing songs.

No one gets famous
playing other people's songs.

My dad was on TV
playing someone else's songs.

And he got really famous.

Maybe in Bahía.

Miracle of the Pacific Ferry passengers,

we will be arriving
in Bahía Colorada in 30 minutes.

It was a pleasure having you on board.

ESTHER'S GIFTS

JAZMÍN'S GIFT SHOP

How is everyone doing?

Super Star Freski Bombis
is letting you know

that the Delegangster will make
an announcement in the square,

so go there and listen to him, okay?

-So handsome!
-Hey, baby!

THE DELEGANSTER

The deleganster got dressed up.
He's handsome!

The boots.

Good afternoon.

I have great news that…

Papi!

I have great news that after ten years…

TINO
ENEMY FAMILY

MARÉN
ENEMY FAMILY

…Sinaloa's famous international rally…

DON TASIO
ENEMY FAMILY

…The Beast, is back!

I told you about that race, remember?

It's in a month. And as everyone knows,
Bahía Colorada is the end of the route.

Son!

-Mom.
-This fucking kid.

You didn't let me know you're back.

Yeah, I came back.

Attention.

Here are the registration forms

for the brave ones who want--

What's up, people?

What's going on, Bahía Colorada?
It's been a while.

It seems that down in Mexico City,
the capital, we get everything first.

Branded shoes and clothing, news, gossip.

I've heard about the rally,
that's why I'm back.

I'm here to bring the victory
that was denied my father.

I'm here to win the race

and to honor Valentín Abitia!

That's right!

Preciado.

What about you?

Well…

Preciado!

How's that bastard going to bring
justice to my dad's name?

Yes, well…

As you all know,

I inherited my dad's artistic side,

not the car thing.

That's why he named me Preciado.

Like his musical idol.

And yes, I'll leave a legacy in his honor.

But it will be via music,

not through a dirty little race.
But I wish success to all participants.

Okay, man.

What a scumbag.

If there's anyone here
worthy of representing Bahía Colorada,

it's my son Tino.

We're the ones
who are going to make history.

And not some good-for-nothing,
money-hungry kid from the city.

He swore he wouldn't come back,

until a 500,000 peso prize was announced.

What prize? I didn't know about the prize.
I'm here to obtain justice for my dad.

-I'm going to sign up.
-Fine.

-I'm just here to honor my dad's memory.
-Here.

Such an opportunist.

What's up with Preciado?

Why is everyone making
such a big deal out of him?

Snotty-nosed brat. What did he do
other than dress ridiculously?

No freaking way, as they say in the city.

Honestly, he's really cool.

Traitor.

We have a band.

Double traitor.

No.

Don't worry. We suck.

Instead,
tell us about life in the big city.

Spill!

You don't keep in touch.
Not a single letter. Rude.

How do I put it without sounding

arrogant?

My life there is paradise.

A) there are lots of soap operas at 8 p.m.

I'm the antagonist in all of them.
Watch me at 8 p.m.

B) I do yoga every day.

You have no idea how much it helps.
It's some badass spiritual shit.

What's up, guys?

I'm the Divine Master
and this is the Green Horny

or Gringo Caliente
for those who don't speak English.

A pure American machine.

I'm going to show you the wild
modifications I've done to this baby.

Angel-eye headlights.

Like the ex that broke your heart.

Removable steering wheel.

What a beauty, right?

Keep on killing it, bros.

Take a look at this screen.

We must always reinvent ourselves.

The winner of the 2020 Ecateprize.

Like the four Toltec agreements,
and don't forget about us.

I don't feel well today

It's hard to always be 100%

And, oh

How it hurts to grow up

-What do you think?
-It's nice. It's happy.

Want to know what my cousin said?

Romeo? No.

Well, he said
he's very famous in Mexico City,

that he gets a lot of girls
and soap operas and whatever.

You think he's good at driving?

My aunt says he's really fast.

Why?

-No reason.
-Are you afraid he'll win the race?

That he'll be on TV before you?

No way.

You're afraid!

He's afraid my cousin will win!

It's all in your head.

Live in the present.
The future doesn't exist.

28 DAYS UNTIL THE RALLY

Wow.

It's awesome, Dad.

The best of the best for my kids.

Yeah.

THE LITTLE JOYS I GIVE MYSELF

How much did this beauty cost?

What do you care?

-Start the car.
-All right.

Relax your arms a little more.

Don't stretch them so much.
Don't be so stiff.

You're such an idiot. Seriously.

Go to-- Shit.

Dammit.

-Pull over, Cristino.
-Here?

Pull over!

What is this shit?

You're totally useless.

That's what you are.

I don't even like driving.

You didn't ask if I wanted to race.

Can I drive?

Stick to TikTok.

Come on. I'll let you cut my bangs.

Really?

Really.

-Deal?
-All right.

Need a ride, sir?

Where did you learn to drive like that?

Remember when you wouldn't
let me play with cars?

Look at this bitch now.

Tino, sit in the back.

-Why?
-Come on.

-Go sit in the back.
-Take your shit.

-Go to the back.
-I am!

Hurry up!

THE MOCORITO

What's up, Godfather?

That's a crazy truck.

-What's up?
-Get in.

How have you been? It's been a while.

-How are you?
-All good.

When I heard you were back
for the rally, I almost cried.

I came from Mexico City.

I'm here to do right
by my father's memory.

You were a co-driver, right?

Yeah.
I raced with my buddy Valentín a bunch,

before your uncle Cosme
became his co-driver.

But never in The Beast.

It's really hard.

Don't take it lightly.

Thanks, dear.

You want some?

I'm good.

Good. There's barely any.

Actually, that's why I'm here.

A) I wanted to know how you were.

B) To see if you wanted to be
my co-driver for the rally.

Romeo, I don't do those sorts of things.

You're my godfather.

Now that my dad isn't here,
aren't you supposed to…

Isn't that the idea?

You look out for us. Take a risk for us.

Even if I wanted to, Romeo, I'm cursed.

Why don't you ask your brother?
He's at your dad's workshop with Connie.

-They say he's good with cars.
-My brother.

What do you mean
he's at my dad's workshop?

Yeah.

Connie was teaching him,

but he quit, so he can do music.

He says he's going to be
more famous than my buddy.

Who knows when.

He should do something useful.

That workshop belongs to my dad.
Who gave him permission?

All right, Godfather.

Enjoy the food.

And, thanks.

Does your dad live in his truck?

Ever since Valentín died,
he hasn't starter the engine.

But he tries every day.

He just stays in there
doing nothing all day.

Don't even think
about making fun of my car.

You said it was new, Mom.

The person who sold it to me
bought it new.

It opens from inside.

This piece of junk doesn't even open.

Take care of my Darling.

WHEN I MET YOU, I FELL AND GOT UP

Hey, dude! Did you see me go?

Check this out! Listen to the revving!

I can't hear you, asshole.

What's up, Grandma?

What's shaking? What a surprise!

Romeo.

-What's this?
-How are you?

It's a present from Mexico City,
right from the capital. What do you think?

Well…

I've missed you.

You know how it is.

I work as an artist
and have to run all over the place.

-Right. Is that what you're racing on?
-Yeah.

Really?

It doesn't look like much,
but it can tear away.

Yeah.

-Tear away, Grandma.
-Yeah.

So, this is where Preciado works.

Sometimes, but he doesn't like it anymore.

Now he's obsessed with his band.

He says he wants to be
as famous as my dad.

-Yeah.
-There's no way.

He should start working hard,
start hustling, as we say in the capital.

The band sucks, right?

Right, I'm off.
I have a destiny to fulfill.

Unlike others.

Go on, dear.

Just don't disappear for so long.
That's what this is for.

Enjoy the flan.

Hey! What the hell is this shit?

You need to get a different car, dear.

Ask your godfather.

He has a teeny truck with a big engine.

My fucking godfather is useless.

I already talked to him,
and he says he's cursed.

He's a coward.

Let me think what I can do
to improve this thing.

It's not easy.

BABY, FORGIVE ME
WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?

I LOVE YOU
SINCERELY, POMPI

20 DAYS UNTIL THE RALLY

What the… Fucking Tino.

What are you doing, man?

Hey, what the fuck?

What?

Suck it, asshole!

Sorry, you said something?

What? Not going to say anything?

Aren't you a villain?

What do you know about me?

I know three things about you.

The first one is,
I'm going to beat you in the rally.

The second one is,
no one watches soap operas.

And the third one is, you suck, jerk.

Dammit!

Don't laugh!

God dammit!

On the street

Everyone says that this will be

That this will be

My curse

RED ALERT
WATCH OUT!

He's screwed.

Fisherman assassinated
by a big killer crab.

It wasn't a killer before,
but now it is because it killed him.

Good morning. Romeo Abitia?

Yes, speaking.

I'm calling from Bancomex.

We have been trying
to contact you about your loan,

which you haven't paid for months.
It's accumulating a lot of interest.

I've been travelling lately.

I was on vacation, but I'll pay it.

I'll pay it.

Yes, sir. I must notify you
that your inaction has triggered an alert

that requires immediate legal action--

I said I'm going to pay!

I'm going to pay it. Dammit.

What's all that yelling about?

Nothing.

Mom.

What went down between Don Tasio and Dad?

What happened?

Well.

A long time ago, Tasio was

chasing the prettiest girl
in all of Bahía Colorada.

Gifts and other things
didn't win her over.

Who?

Your mom.

-Oh, yeah.
-Who else?

Tasio was angry
and wanted to obtain your dad's workshop.

All the money in the world
wouldn't buy Valentín.

A STORMY DESTINY

A GAME WITHOUT RULES

FORBIDDEN MEMORIES

A MARTYR'S HILL

Fucking hell.
I was already having a bad day.

Calm down, Don Tasio.

I've been talking about you a lot
with my mom lately.

About what?

A bunch of different things.
This and that but…

basically that…

you always
wanted my dad's workshop, right?

Why do you think I'm still interested
in that dirty flea-ridden workshop?

Let me tell you.

A) Because it's one of the few businesses
in Bahía Colorada that still aren't yours.

B) Visualize it now.

Someone is crossing Sinaloa on a plane,

in a Boeing 375, on a clear day.

They look out the window. "See?"

"That kingdom belongs to…"

"THIS YEAR WILL BE ONE OF THE BEST
FOR BAHÍA'S ECONOMY"

…it belongs
to a man named Anastasio Candelario."

Let's get to the point, kid.

Isn't the workshop your grandma's?

No, it was my dad's.

What about your inheritance?

Not that I don't care, but when I
finish the race, I want to leave.

I don't want anything to do with Bahía.

Your little speeches
contradict one another.

Sorry, kid.

You're Marén's opponent.

Imagine if you win the rally,

and I start doing business with you.

How will my little girl feel?

Maybe I can make a deal with you

if you don't race.

No, they're totally separate things.

I'm here to bring justice
to my father's memory.

Your family might believe that.

You're really broke.

Look.

I can smell you from miles away.

Don't do this to me.

Workshop or rally, or else I'm out.

Let me do the race,
but I'll lose on purpose.

All right.

First, get your grandma
out of the workshop.

When she's out, I'll give you half.

When you lose the rally,
I'll give you the other half. Deal?

Deal.

Your least favorite guy is here,

but you'll hate me
even more when you know why I'm here.

-What’s up, Grandma?
-Hello, dear.

Tell her why we're here.

I…

I came to ask you
for the workshop, Grandma.

Which, if I'm not mistaken,
is mine by inheritance, right?

If you're not mistaken? It is yours!

The workshop is his,
and he sold it to me, so now it's mine.

That's my dad's fork & spoon.

Why do you have it?

And his hat.
What are you doing with his hat?

Who do you think you are?
Why are you trying to be my dad?

His Don Cruz Lizárraga candle.

You have no right to these things.

Your mom left me everything.

You took nothing when you left--

Now I'm back. And these are my things,
just like this workshop.

You have a week to pack up all your crap.

And solve all your problems.

This workshop is mine, dear.

Your grandfather,
may he rest in peace, opened it.

It wasn't Valentin.

Besides, Preciado and I live here.

Anyone who wants to take it from me
has to bring the non-existent will.

And a shit ton of lawyers.

Don't make me laugh, Constanza.

You don't have enough money
for a legal battle.

Let's save the drama.

Don Tasio, if there's anything
that I like in this life,

it's drama.

Now get out of here!

This is my church,
and you're not part of my religion.

Get the fuck out!

One week.

Let's go.

Today they complained
About me coming to see you

I am not afraid of bigmouths

Who are just showing off
To make an impression

I'm a man who's not afraid of anything

And even if I am lost
I don't know how to give up

I don't give up.

Without fearing death, old man.

Grandma, I'm going to race in the rally.

-Really?
-Yeah.

You'll be my co-driver.

We're going to screw over
Don Tasio and Romeo.

I'm going to make history with my band,

but also with the rally.

For me, for you, and for my dad.

Everyone watch out for Preciado.

I'm new.

I don't know much
about racing or who's who,

but I'm the new guy
you're going to hear about.

THIS IS POMPI AND NENA'S WEDDING VENUE
WELCOME

I LISTEN TO YOUR ROMANTIC PROBLEMS
FOR 5 PESOS

15 DAYS UNTIL THE RALLY

Good evening, Bahía Colorada!

With all our hearts,
we are delighted to be here.

We are Northern Tears!

Without fearing death, old man.

We can't hear you!

Sing louder!

We can't hear you!

It looks like not having talent
runs in the family.

That guy isn't my family.

At least he filled your crappy restaurant

without having to pay anyone.

Unlike you who paid to gain followers.

Don't make me laugh.

Not to mention your lack of grace
in front of the camera.

Well, you've never even appeared
in front of the camera.

Valentín says his son's an impostor.

We're just warming up, everyone.

And for Romeo…

What?

God, give him what's his,
so he doesn't yearn for that of others.

Sure, man.

Listen to the kid.

And now,

The Pioneer of Caresses.

This sucks, man.

Why won't you give me a chance
to get to know you?

A) I am wild but tender.

B) Vulnerable, yes,

but lethal.

You're unfuckable, kid.

Why don't you show me
some soap opera acting?

Let's see if it's true.

Carlota Marén Candelario
Ruíz Apocampo Góngora and Corcuera.

This starry night is young.

And this ruffian is ready to steal a kiss
from you, no matter the cost.

What's up?

So?

What are you going to do,

Alberto Romeo?

My name's not Alberto.

My name is Alfa.

What?

Yeah, Alfa Romeo. Like the car.

My dad loved that car. What a shitty name!

-Pisses me off! Who thought that's cool?
-Come on.

Where were we?

I choose the path of sin and passion.

Tell me I'm your boss, Alfa Romeo.

No fucking way.

Big news.

People have been asking for it,

so now we finally have
an Alcoholics Anonymous center in town.

Congrats to Margarita,
Juan, Pedro, and Pancho.

They'll finally get better.

Honestly, I don't know why I did it.

That guy represents everything
that disgusts me in life.

He's a loser, a good-for-nothing,

and on top of that, he dresses like shit.

I have enough problems already.

I can't waste my time with a selfish chick
like her. What's the point?

I'm a Nathy Peluso,

a Natti Natasha, a Karol G,

a Becky G, a bad bitch.

I don't believe in love or feelings.

Starting today,
I believe in a) strip clubs, b)--

Twerk down to the ground
to raise my self-esteem up to the sky.

C) José José and his songs "The Sad One"
and "Gavilán or Paloma."

Although the jerk did make me laugh
a few times.

The guy's hilarious.

That chick is hilarious.

She's hilarious, honestly.

And I was upset because…

What's the deal with Preciado?

Why do people like him so much?

Why?

I've lived here for 15 years.

He's been here five.

You're really talkative.

It only says that I listen, not reply.

I LISTEN TO YOUR ROMANTIC PROBLEMS

That Preciado really stinks.

His singing is awful.

What a bum.
He'd better be doing something else.

He should get back to working with cars.

-He's good at that.
-He knows how to tune up a car.

He tuned up the shit out of my Tsuru.

Even Totune couldn't make him sound good.

You mean Auto-Tune?

Yeah, that.

-He just shouldn't sing.
-It's like a kick in the balls.

-He's a nice guy.
-My ears were bleeding.

Are you afraid of driving?

No.

-Not that I know of.
-What could possibly go wrong?

We could crash.

Into what?

Fuck it.

I'm fucking useless.

The only thing
I have in this world is you.

I love you. I don't want you to ever die.

But you're, like, 200 years old, Grandma.

My only other family member
is a disgusting jerk

who doesn't accept me as his own blood.

What will I be remembered for when I die?

Some shitty band?

A tuned-up Chevy? No.

I don't like talking about this,
but your grandpa died

while he was fixing his Rambler.

He basically lived in the workshop.

He spent more time touching cars than me.

I finished fixing the car
because that's what he would have wanted.

But after that, I felt fucking resentment
towards that car.

I was determined to sink it in the sea.

But while I was driving on the highway,

the faster I went,

the more excited I got,

and I got even more pissed off,
so I went even faster.

Just hold on.

Let me tell you.

I always thought

that my thing was fishing.

I was the female champion
four years in a row.

It was all I cared about.

But after driving so fast,

I understood why your grandfather
was so devoted to cars.

I took on his passion.

This workshop makes me so happy.

If you don't want
to race in the rally, don't.

Because if you're nervous,
you'll crash and kill yourself.

Look at how pretty this photo is.

How did you manage to carry those?

Pretend I'm carrying Romeo and Preciado.

That crab churro business
sounded really good.

Look, he's here.

I present to you Mr. Valeriano,

the baddest mofo in all of Mazatlán.

I just need you to sign these documents.

The rest

will be taken care of by Mr. Valeriano.

I'm going to make that shitty workshop
the coolest gift shop in Bahía Colorada.

-Another one? There are so many!
-What's wrong with that?

Do something different, like…

a beauty salon?

For fake nails and male waxing?

Don't blame me for your male insecurities.

Just because they called you Doll
when you were little

because of your pretty green eyes…

What the hell? Doll?

Didn't your parents teach you any manners?

You left me lying there
like an idiot, Marén.

I loved you the only way I know how.

Fucking men. They don't know how to love.

Or how to drive, for that matter.

I don't know how to drive?

Well, his car is fucked.

I killed Darling.

Don't even start yelling at me.
I'm going to fix it.

That's good.

MAGDALENO TOWING

Tell Bebé I'll have it ready in two days.

All right.
By the way, I towed Darling this morning.

Darling? Who's that?

I'm calling this shit off.

My family sucks, but it is my family.
Only I am allowed to fuck them over.

Besides, I'm going to win that race.

Listen, you little brat.

I have the documents and your signature.
So we're still going to screw you over.

No way.

Shit is about to hit the fan.

Where's your boss and his lawyers?

Calm down. I'm not here for that.

I just came to tell you

that I backed out of the deal
with Don Tasio.

I made a mistake.

So there's that.

Also, I need your help, Grandma.

You have no shame, dude.

I wouldn't ask if there was another
body shop close by, but there isn't.

-Besides, you offered to help.
-Yes.

Okay, so?

You think you can come here
and do as you like

and make that stupid face,
and everything's fine?

No.

You're a fucking opportunist.

Connie, where is the… They need to trade.

Romeo singing.

Good.

All right. I have an idea for you.

Your grandfather's Rambler,

the one your dad and uncle Cosme
raced with in the rally,

still exists.

I swear, it's the most powerful piece
of engineering in all of Mexico.

I'll tell you where it is,
and you can use it for the race, Romeo.

But you have to go pick it up together.

Deal?

Yeah. Great idea, Grandma.

What about me? I don't matter, do I?

He can go on his own. What about me?

In return,

you have to sing in the band with us.

No way. You're crazy.

I'd rather ask Don Tasio for help.

I'd rather kneel in a pink thong
in front of all of Bahía Colorada,

with Tino tying my hair into box braids,
than I play in your band.

-Really?
-Yeah.

I'd rather have Donald Trump
tattooed on my tits

and be run over by a tractor
on national television,

and have Belinda laughing at me,
smashing an apple on my head,

than I end up in a band with you.

-You're crazy.
-How's that?

Besides, who told you
this asshole could still sing?

Romeo. O Romeo.

Preciado.

Cousin.

Pal.

You need a car.

If not, no rally for you.

And you need a singer.

If not, no band for you.

Let's try to give and receive.

Everyone wins. No one loses.

I don't know any of the songs. No clue.

Stop playing dumb.
You know the songs Dad played.

I don't remember. It's been a while.

You piece of crap.

Is this why you invited him?

Come on, cooperate.

I saw you singing "The Sad One."

Who are you trying to fool?

Come on.

They say

Because when you left
And didn't even say goodbye

You left me broken

Enough!

I'm irreparable

And now I curse you

I'm numb from so much crying

And I warn you once and for all
I sign it and I repeat it

I swear and I force myself

Not to spill another tear

What is this shit?
It sounds like utter crap.

This shit is awful.

I can't sing this.

I don't listen to this. I listen
to Chopin, Mozart, and other singers.

What do you know?

My dad never loved you.

That was a desperate effort.

It's fine.

We do this to feel.

-"The Irreparable" is a great song.
-Yeah.

Don't be afraid.

It was obvious
that singing stirred something in you.

No, it wasn't obvious. Fuck that.

Hey, Romeo!

See you tomorrow at six.

It's a date.

Fuck you.

10 DAYS UNTIL THE RALLY

I waited for 45 minutes.
I was about to go.

Whatever. What's with the backpack?

Where are we going?

I brought a jacket in case it gets cold.

Let's go.

Cold?

Don't be an idiot.

Thanks, Francisco.

Dude. A map?

Grandma made it.

Use the Internet.
Don't you have data allowance?

I don't think there's 5G here.

It's over there.

It's nice in the sun.

Damn!

Holy shit!

I think I'm lost.

Hurry up, for fuck's sake.

Okay!

Are you tired already?

Not at all.

I'm at 100%.

Romeo!

Fuck you, Preciado.

I can't, dude.

My underwear is all up my crack,
like I'm wearing thongs.

I offered you a sandwich,
you stubborn pig.

Your blood sugar dropped.
Or maybe it's heatstroke or something.

You think so?

Come on. I know what can help.

Damn. There's signal?

Ready?

I'm ready,. Let's go.

Who lives in this house?

Who the hell knows.

Knock, then.

Well, shit.

Uncle Cosme?

Uncle.

We came
because we're going to race in The Beast.

No way!

I'm going to race in The Beast.

Hold on, I don't understand.
Who's going to race?

-Me.
-Me.

How embarrassing. You don't even care.

-No.
-Grandma gave me the car.

Yeah, but I'm already signed up.

I'm going to do the race
just for the hell of it.

-Don't confuse him.
-What do you mean "for the hell of it"?

My passion is music.

Like my dad,

I also have a band.

Northern Tears. We're doing very well.

He's a terrible singer.

He's lying. His band sucks.

When I'm on TV and dating Belinda,
you'll shut your fucking mouth.

Sure. Belinda.

So, you're both racing on your own?

We want to make it right

for what they did to you in the past.

Come here, you two idiots.

Dammit.

Son of a bitch. Look!

Who's your co-driver?

I don't have one yet.

The only way this car's leaving here
is if you race together.

-No way.
-No.

He'll jinx the car the minute he gets in.

You wish.

Your car has doors falling off it.

Is that your doing?

Look.

It's time you opened your eyes.

Because you look pretty ridiculous.

THE CAPTIVATING ENCANTO BAND

Valentín was never even close
to winning the race.

He gave it his all.

He loved cars.

But honestly, he wasn't a good driver.

What?

-No way.
-Really.

And the bribe thing, he made that up

because he was a poor loser,
and he was proud.

Proud just like you two, kids.

Wanting to be like Valentín

won't do you any good.

See? I told you.

Don't hate him either.

Look at you! You've become a city kid.

-Come on.
-So what?

This has been another episode of…

No way.

…I'm Enrique Riquelme. All I have
left to say is see you soon, people!

I've never seen it.

That's it?

That was the famous video
that made him the town hero.

Hey, man.

What if we tell our uncle

that we'll race together?

Just so that he gives us the car.
He won't know if I race it alone or not.

More lies?

Why do you want to win the rally?

There's no more justice to be done.

Dad was the only fraud.

Fraud or not,

he'd like it if I won the race
and dedicated my win to him.

And I'd rather cut off my balls
than let Tasio and Marén win.

It's a matter of fucking pride as well.

Dammit, dude!

What's all that about?

Nothing. Let's go get the car.

What are we doing here? Let's go home.

This place is full of ants.

All right.

Hey, Uncle, how do we get home?

It was quite a trek to get here.
We took a boat and walked in the jungle.

The road's there, idiots.
Don't you know how to use the Internet?

As if we didn't know Dad was full of shit.

A big fucking liar.
That's the reason you exist.

No offense.

He had a lot of secrets.

Romeo Abitia is in debt.

He's being pursued for not paying off
his loans in Mexico City.

And he's not a soap opera actor.

He's a food delivery man.

I have firsthand evidence.

Courtesy of Don Tasio.

No. Hold on.

It's a lie. How could it be true?

I'm an actor, man.

I was trying to get into
the mindset of a delivery man.

I'm Shakespearean.

Your lie is out.

You're not here for Dad.

You don't care about him or Grandma.

You only think of yourself.

Listen to me.

I'm not letting someone
as fake as you use my dad's car.

Fake?

-Fake.
-Fake, bro?

Don't play that fucking card.
The fake one here was Dad.

And you're a poser. You're so fake.

I saw you tossing the tostilocos.
You're fake too. Stop pretending.

Fake.

Besides, you don't care about the race.
You care about your band.

I'll join your band if you help me.
What's the problem?

The problem is our whole life is a lie.

Stop with that shit.

Preciado.

What?

Don Tasio's doing this to split us up.

Split us up?

We have never been together.

And that's been
your choice your whole life.

WELCOME BABY CONNIE
LOVE, YOUR PARENTS POMPI AND NENA

8 DAYS UNTIL THE RALLY

Don't do anything stupid.

I'll take care of those two on my own.

How can I help? What should I do?

Help to do what?

Will you return to the past?

Give Valentín a condom, so he doesn't have
a mechanic son and a driver son?

Goddamn it! Think, Cristino.

Good-for-nothing.

CALL HISTORY

FERRAS

What's up?

Hey, Ferras. Pick up Burger Boy
and bring the heavy artillery.

We're going to burn the world down!

I'll grab my weapon,
and we'll get them. Pop, pop, pop!

Just give me 15 minutes to do my hair.

"Hell for you, pleasure for me."

Fucking Don Tasio.
Now he's really gone too far.

I want to beat him up.

This is your fault.

My fault? What would you prefer?
For them to take the workshop?

FAILURE

LOSERS

WHOEVER READS THIS IS AN IDIOT

PAIR OF MONKEYS

I'm going back to the city.

I have nothing left to do here.

Let him go and never come back.

Dively is here to see you.

I'm coming.

Dear.

It's just a race.
There are other ways to honor your dad.

I don't think so.

Your dad

made a lot of mistakes,

but he believed in himself.

And that's why he lived happily.

And drowned happily.

It's up to you.

I told you, I only care about drinking,
crying, and listening to banda.

I can't right now.
I'm going back to Mexico City.

How come?

You know. Just because.

Well, the ferry doesn't leave
until tomorrow.

Come on, stay.

If you don't have fun,
I'll pay for your ticket myself.

You're low on cash, right?

Grandma.

I need all my savings.

I know what I need to do.

That money is for your future.
What are you going to do?

Get my revenge.

Oh, well, say no more.

Turn that shit off, Dively.

Come on, that's enough.

Get it all out.

My dad died because he played this shit.

Come on, man.

Your dad died because he couldn't swim.

And because
he got wasted with some gringos.

Banda had nothing to do with it.

The last time I saw him,

I was a fucking jerk.

I didn't even say goodbye.

It sucks, man.

Stay and play.

I swear it will make you feel better.

It's the only thing
that makes sense in my life.

I reinvented myself.

Look at that.

Another scandal in Bahía Colorada.

Don fucking Tasio is bankrupt.

That corrupt old man.

Here is the firsthand evidence.

Take a look.

Excessive spending, bad investments,

threats, and fraud to take over
Bahía Colorada properties by force.

I told you all,
"Don't trust people with blue eyes."

They're green.

Don't yell at me.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'm going to ruin that pair of idiots.

Look what they did to my glasses.

Who cares about that right now?

What do you mean?

I can't go out like this, Esmeralda.
Dammit!

That's what you're embarrassed about?

How are we going to show our faces
after the bombshell that went off today?

Why didn't you tell us you were broke?

We would've helped.

When did you ever help me?

You only give me headaches.

Are you serious?

I helped by ruining those assholes' car.

You did what?

I knew it was you.

I told you not to do anything stupid.

I'm not like you. I don't cheat.

You hate me, right?

You hated me even before you met me.

You named me Cristino to screw me over,
like they screwed you with Anastasio.

I don't hate you, Son.

But sometimes you remind me
of what I like least about myself.

That I'm kind of an idiot in business.

-I'm not an idiot.
-No.

That's why you want me to win the race.

To solve all your problems.

That prodigal daughter stuff
was all bullshit.

Let's see how you get us out of this.

My friends won't see me anymore.

You ungrateful bastards.

Everything I've done has been for you.

So don't lecture me.

What did you ever do?

Just mooch off of me.

So you'll do as I say, period.

Marén, you'll race in the rally.

Tino, you'll be her co-driver.

We're going to win.

The prize money will solve our problems.

Got it?

Did you two write that song?

-Yeah.
-Yes.

It's cool.

Thanks.

Come write with us.

Later.

I need to show you something.

Come on.

Let's see.

WITHOUT FEARING DEATH, OLD MAN

Did you do this, Preciado Abitia?

So you can kick ass
in the rally with Grandma.

Honestly, you and I
will never love each other. That's fine.

But we both want the same thing right now.

To fuck up Don Tasio

and all those assholes that spent
their whole live putting us down.

-Aren't you fed up?
-I'm sick of it.

The keys are there.

All right.

But we race it together.

No.

Take it or leave it.

I came here
because I got scammed in Mexico City.

Some fucking assholes.

They made me believe
they would put me in a new soap opera

as a new youthful villain
if I gave them some cash.

So I went to the bank.

I got a loan.

But it was all made up.

Do you know how stupid I felt?
Like a total idiot.

Now they won't stop calling
about the loan.

They keep calling.
If I don't pay it off, I'm going to jail.

With what I earn as a delivery driver,

I'll need seven lifetimes to pay it off.

That's why you drive so fast.

You deliver food all day.

Fuck you, dude.

If you take longer than 30 minutes,
you pay for the pizza.

Seriously, asshole. I'm fucked.

Your song sounds amazing.

Really? Have you listened to it?

It gave me goosebumps.

Do you know what's missing?

An accordion solo,
like one of those that you play.

Something crazy.

The song awaits you.

So we can finish it together.

DAY OF THE RALLY

Hell yeah!

What the fuck is this?

If we're going to win,

it will be by Dad's hand.

Fucking hell.

Let's see.

Don't start off too fast.
It's not about speed.

Take some time to assess the situation.

-Yeah.
-Be careful.

And if you don't have fun,
you're not my grandkids.

Without fearing death, old man.

Hello.

Preciado!

Let's go!

Preciado!

Come on!

THE SWEDE

THE OLD MAN

CHRIST ENTHUSIASTS

I had nothing to do
with what they did to the car.

Okay.

Move, girl.
We have a race to win fair and square.

Yeah.

Listen, you pair of dumbasses.

When you get back,
I'm taking the workshop.

I have your signature.

You're fucked!

I'm talking to you!
Why are you rolling it up?

You're going to regret
trying to screw me over.

Go fuck yourselves!

Focus.

Fucking old geezer.
His mouth smells like ass.

The Beast is about to begin.

The Candelario Mustang
is starting off this legendary event.

It's the Abitia brothers' turn,

with the car that has turned
the most heads this morning.

Three!

Two!

One!

Like Grandma said, it's not about speed.

HOUR 1

Let's switch places. Give it a try.

Better not.

Why not?

I suck at driving.

Leave it.

The Candelarios are in the lead,
followed closely by the Swede.

The Abitia brothers are falling behind.

What's going on? Tell us.

HOUR 5

You have to feel it. It's like a dance.

-Go down to fourth.
-Now?

-Whenever you feel it. You're driving.
-There it is!

Yeah, dog! Well done.

-Don't sleep.
-Stop hitting me. Look ahead.

I'm scared.

Why are you scared? You're doing fine.

Fucking lady! Out of the way!

Shit!

All the adrenaline is dulled out
by the roadworks.

This is the beauty of The Beast…

How's your boyfriend the Swede doing?

He's not my boyfriend.

HOUR 12

Don't fall asleep.
You have to help me stay alert.

That's the co-driver's job.

-You're the co-driver.
-Yeah, I know.

I'll tell you a scary story.

-I'm in.
-A really scary story.

HOUR 26

The Abitia brothers are slowly
catching up with the leaders,

Marén and the Swede.

Slow down, man. Come on.

Why the hell would we slow down?

Without fearing death, old man!

But I am fearing death!

I'm really scared of dying.

The remnants of Hurricane Kimberly
raised a dust storm in El Muerto,

the area that has been
critical in previous races.

Shit. What should I do?

Damn dust storm. Fuck's sake!

We're in El Muerto.

Take the wheel for two seconds.

There we go.

I can't see shit.

No.

The windshield wipers aren't working.

I can't see anything.

Fucking hell, man!

Just don't go too fast.

Why?

Hold on, man.

Wait! No, Preciado.

Careful, bro.

-What? I can't hear you.
-Move it up!

Don't go too fast!

Preciado!

Shit.

Hey! Preciado!

Shit!

Preciado!

This is serious.

The cars are disoriented by the dust.

There are a lot of accidents.

Preciado!

Preciado!

Dude. Preciado.

Wake up. Shit. Preciado.

Preciado.

Wake up. Hey, Preciado!

Romeo!

-Are you all right?
-What's going on?

-We have to carry him.
-Grab him.

One, two, three.

-Grab him.
-Let's go.

Shit, dude.

What happened?

He fell out the window.
We have to take him to a hospital.

-Is he dead?
-Don't be an idiot.

Stop fooling around.

Wake up, bro.
Why the fuck aren't we going?

It's not starting.

-It's not?
-Seriously, it's not starting.

-We need to go.
-What do you want me to do?

Wake up, man.

What do you want me to do?

-What?
-Shit.

-Shit.
-What's that?

What's going on?

-Marén.
-Shit.

-Are we going to die?
-What's going on?

You're not going to die. Shut up!

What do we do?

Fuck yeah!

Hell yeah!

That's right, Godfather!

Is he breathing?

Check.

Hot air is coming out.

There's no other way.

-Glad you're okay.
-Where's my hat?

Come on, get up.

-You scared us.
-Are you okay?

-Yes.
-Did you break anything?

-No.
-We have to take you to a hospital.

-No way.
-Sure?

-I'm sure. I'm fine.
-Come on.

What do you mean you're fine?

It's working!

Marén!

Let's go!

I'm not going.

How can I leave you?

-Let's go.
-You can still win the race.

Other cars got lost in the dust storm.

-Let's go.
-Let's go to the hospital.

-No.
-Are you sure?

-Let's go see a doctor.
-I'm at 100%.

Go on.

We're on our way to win too. Say goodbye.

-Go win the race.
-Are you sure?

-Are you sure?
-Come on, Marén. Move it.

HOUR 30

You sure you don't want
to go to the hospital?

I'm fine.

We're going to win.

See you!

So crazy!

Thanks, Godfather.

Let's go.

We're close to Bahía Colorada.

One more turn.

Up ahead there's a fork on the road.
Take a left.

LONG BEACH

What are you doing, dumbass?

Hell yeah, sister!

We're going to win!

What's wrong, chick?

Watch out!

Marén!

Hell yeah!

Fuck yeah.

Hell yeah!

Marén!

Romeo!

What the hell? What about your debt?

Fuck the debt.

Come on. Look at my finger.

That again.

Stop joking around. Just get in.

Forgive me.

No, it was my fault.

I was being a daredevil,
sticking my ass out the window.

It's fine.

You don't understand.

Forgive me, man.

This shit's hot as tea.

The fridge isn't working.

It's just for decoration.

And yes,

I forgive you.

Do you think

Dad will forgive me?

Wherever he is.

He once told me
that no one was going to hurt me.

Imagine that.

He dedicated the last rally to me.

Imagine that.

I think we're even.

What was your mom like?

She was a dancer.

She made noodle soup…

The best.

I've never seen her angry.

She was very optimistic.

You inherited that from her.

Yeah.

From my dad, I think I inherited

the talent of being a fucking loser.

I think I did too.

We're destined for failure, right?

So it seems.

Oh well.

Let's finish the rally though.

Why?

We're almost there. Let's go.

-Even if it's just out of pride.
-Yeah.

It turns out, they weren't so
destined for failure after all.

They did finish last.

But Preciado shot to fame
with his talent for souping up cars,

and the workshop was a business again.

The band was offered a record deal.

By a good record label?

Well, no, a shitty one.

But with that, they paid off Romeo's debt.

And guess
who ended up joining Northern Tears.

NORTHERN TEARS

The next song is an original.

It's called "Woman, You Are Lethal."

We are Northern Tears!

BASED ON THE ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY
BY BETO GÓMEZ

Subtitle translation by: B.P.